Friday, March 15, 2019

"EXCUSE ME, ARE YOU A MUSLIM?"


It would have been a usual morning if this unusual thing would not have happened.

Like every other day, I left home for office. As soon as I reached the metro station, I found one of my childhood friends standing at the platform. Though our houses are at a distance of less than 50 metres, we hardly get to see each other. Anyway, that's not the story.

The story began when we boarded the metro. Happily enjoying our conversation about our families and offices, we didn't realise when our talks turned into political discussions. Moreover, during this discussion, I was a bit critical about the ruling Modi government and one of his party's members and current Uttar Pradesh Chief Minister Yogi Adityanath. This was because I feel any government (or rather anyone) should not be afraid of criticism because it always creates a scope for improvement in whatever one does.

After around 10 minutes of our serious discussion, a voice interrupted.

"Excuse me, are you a Muslim?", a girl standing next to me 'demanded' to know.

"How does it matter? (though the first answer that came to my mind was 'No'), I counter questioned.

"No, the way you are criticising the government, I thought you are."

"She is a journalist," replied my friend.

"Yes, to present the facts is my job and that's all I was saying," I said looking straight into the stranger's eyes (almost at the peak of my anger, but without making her realise the same).

"No, actually I am a Muslim," she said (a bit hesitant and maybe expecting to be a part of the discussion).

I was taken aback -- felt bad, sad, hurt. There was nothing to say. But I said, "Politicians divide and rule."

She nodded (a bit perplexed).

A few others were gazing at us. I wanted to tell her a lot but had reached my destination.

"I am a pure north-Indian Brahmin," I told her with a smile and deboarded the metro.

I turned back to say bye to my friend. As the doors of the metro closed, a sentence that my Social Studies teacher made me memorise during school days crossed my mind -- 'India is a secular nation.'


Thursday, February 14, 2019

FROM THE SKY!!!

From the vastness of the sky
I see
the depths of the earth
the creatures it nurtures 
the rivers that flow 
unstoppable
the seas that lie
burdened on its chest
the paths that lead us all
and the details comprising life...

I feel
the warmth of the brightening sun
and the silence of the night
amidst the fear of falling down 
while trying to protect 
the wings my well-wishers gave me
along with their faith and trust 
love and emotions
happiness and sorrows...


Unaware of the courage
that my heart probably bears 
I walk
I run
I dream
I believe
I cry 
I laugh
I think
I overthink
I breathe
for, I haven't forgotten
to love
and to live!!




Wednesday, November 7, 2018

BUILDING A BRIDGE FOR POLITICS?

Claims speed up around Delhi's iconic Signature Bridge as it opens after eight years. Interestingly, everyone has got a signature
The newly-opened cable-stayed Signature Bridge which spans the Yamuna river
at Wazirabad section, connecting Wazirabad to East Delhi.
Dilwalon ki Dilli has recently witnessed opening of two major bridges -- ITO Skywalk and Signature Bridge. While Union Minister Hardeep Singh Puri had inaugurated the ITO Skywalk last month, the Signature Bridge was set in motion by Delhi Chief Minister Arvind Kejriwal this week itself. Both the bridges are one of their kind -- beautiful, huge and much-awaited boon for people commuting to the city from across National Capital Region (NCR). However, it seems both these are not happy enough to be a crucial part of India's capital. Why? Come, let's eavesdrop!

Skywalk: Congratulations! Finally, you have been inaugurated.
Signature: Thanks buddy. I have been awaiting this moment for the past eight years. You have no idea how many deadlines these people have missed.

Skywalk: I know yaar. Even for my inauguration, they missed some deadlines.
Signature: Oh yes! I remember. You were actually supposed to come into action in March 2018. However, people could only start walking on your chest October 2018 onwards. Why so?

Skywalk: I don't know. During my foundation-laying ceremony, Puri had said that the deadline got extended due to several technical glitches.
Signature: Oh! Okay. As per media reports, after missing the March 2018 deadline, you were first set to be opened in May 2018 and then by end of August 2018, and later again by the end of September 2018. Finally, your inauguration took place in October 2018.

Skywalk: Yeah! Anyway, late is better than never. But I heard during your inauguration, Delhi BJP chief Manoj Tiwari got into a scuffle with Aam Aadmi Party (AAP) workers and Delhi Police. Is this true?
Signature: Oh yeah! Tiwari reached the venue around 3.30 pm that day with his supporters. He was angry that Kejriwal did not invite him for my birthday party.

Skywalk: Lol! That's because Kejriwal was not invited during my inauguration na.
Signature: Seriously? Ooohhhh! Yeaahhh, you are right. I remember Kejriwal's deputy Manish Sisodia taking your name. He said, "It is your party (BJP) that started politics of inauguration. We deliberately skipped you because your government did not invite an elected chief minister for inauguration of a Skywalk." Now I get it.

Skywalk: Lol! Is this becuase Tiwari had taken the credit for your construction? I read his statement in the newspaper. He said, "The work for the bridge was stuck for a decade and I intervened so that it would speed up. I am the MP of the area. This is how you treat me for showing you in a good light?"
Signature: Yaar! Why can't these politicians grow up? Isn't it more like a situation wherein two fifth-standard students fight saying, "Tune mujhe toffee nahin di na, jaa main bhi tujhe ice-cream nahin dunga. Hunnnnhh!"

Skywalk: Hahhaaaa! I even read Delhi Congress Committee chief Ajay Maken's statement which said that Congress conceptualised and built you. Also, according to him, The AAP government first caused a delay in your construction, but is now taking the credit for it. Kejriwal should have respectfully invited former Delhi Chief Minister Sheila Dikshit and former Delhi MP JP Aggarwal.
Signature: Oh God Skywalk! Just keep your mouth shut. Tell me, how much 'who inaugurated us?' matters? All politicians need is an opportunity to play on. We gave them one or two, or maybe more.

Sunday, September 9, 2018

STUDENTS OR GOONS?

It is the pleasant morning of Sep 5, 2018. A large number of people are waiting for train no. 64417 EMU from Ghaziabad to Delhi at Sahibabad railway station, which is scheduled to arrive at 7.20 am. For years, locals have been commuting via EMU (Electric Multiple Unit) trains making their journey cheap and comfortable enough, hopefully.

7.30 am -- shows the digital clock at the platform. The train hasn't arrived though. People start criticising Indian Railways for its lackadaisical attitude and suddenly an announcement tries to catch their attention. "Yaatrigan kripya dhyan dein. Ghaziabad se chalkar Delhi jaane wali gaadi sankhya 64417 platform number teen par aa rahi hai. (Attention please! Train number 64417 from Ghaziabad to Delhi is arriving shortly at platform number three.)"

A commotion all around. Leaving the benches, finishing their cup of tea and picking up bags, among other activities, people prepare themselves to board the train as soon as it arrives.

Five minutes later, the train is right in front of the commuters' eyes. Many get down, while many struggle to get into it. Females start running towards ladies coach.

As this process of boarding and deboarding the train is on, it starts. And, the moment it holds a little pace, some school boys start barging into the ladies coach, showing their herogiri stunts. They are habitual of standing near the train door and stare at women. Some eyes are lusty, some are full of fear, while some hold admiration.

Though the stunts are meant to impress women, these sometimes cost them high because, while trying to enter the running train, they either lose their arms or legs by falling on railway track or die instantly. However, even after being aware of such mishappenings, their motto seems to be "The stunts must go on!"

Some women shout at these boys and reprimand them as they are not supposed to travel in the coach reserved for ladies. Outside the coach, the word "mahilaayein" is always written in bold red. Nevertheless, since school students are given freedom to travel in this coach, they generally tend to take an advantage of it.

Sometimes, they pass lewd comments on other school or college-going girls, talk all the bullshit they can about a woman's clothes and try to grope a girl or touch her in an inappropriate way, while roaming here and there inside the coach. Some bear it, whereas some oppose. (I have been witnessing this since 2006.)

A picture showing some school boys who barged into the ladies coach of EMU train on Sep 5, 2018.
Leaving Sahibabad, the train now reaches Chandra Nagar Halt. A halt of hardly one minute here, again a hustle-bustle and it heads towards Anand Vihar railway station, where there is something bizarre to see.

As the train stops at this station, there is a school boy wearing white shirt and grey pant (no tie, belt or identity card to recognise the name of the school), a not-so-heavy bag on his shoulders, standing at one of the doors of the ladies coach. He is looking outside when an another boy comes from nowhere and hits him with a leather belt on his face.

"Teri maa ki ch***", comes the instant response. In a counter attack, he grabs him by the neck and slaps hard on his face. Both start a brutal fight, while other school boys enjoy the drama -- hooting, whistling and clapping.

A lady who must be in her late 30s is curious to know about the controversy. She peeks through the window first and then asks her co-passengers, "Arre! Kya ho gaya? Kyun maar rahe hain ye log ek-dusre ko? Hain? (Hey! What's wrong? Why are these two hitting each other?)"

None of them responds. Some are lost in the world of Youtube or their songs list, while some do not know or are rather not interested to now why this incident has actually taken place.

After almost thirty seconds, the train starts running again. Among the boys who were enjoying the fight at the platform, someone shouts, "Abey bh***i ke, train pakdo train, yu to ladte hi raivenge. (Hey bh**** ke, catch the train, they will keep on fighting.)"

They all push each other into the ladies coach again. The one who got hit by the belt bleeds under his nose. He starts abusing the one who had hit him so hard. A few moments later, he is nowhere to be seen.

Almost two-three months ago, there used to be Railway Police Force (RPF) personnel at these railway stations, so that people must be scared of making such hooliganism. At present though, there is not a single personnel present at any of the stations the train is passing through.

"Abe Lajpat Nagar ke launde the ye. Parson inka jhagda ho gaya tha. Wo sale ko ye dikh gaya to usne badla le liya, (These boys belong to Lajpat Nagar. They had a fight day before yesterday. He just came to take his revenge)," a voice enters those commuters' ears, who are really keen to know the story behind this chaos. A fair-complexioned boy who might be 17 or 18 and is wearing a colourful T-shirt and light-brown trousers is boasting in these lines.

The boy who is still bleeding is back and the gang begins a discussion. One of them says, "Padhai-likhai baad mein, pehle maarenge saale ko (Studies later, first we will beat him." The other shouts, "Abe sale H****t (a boy's name) ko phone laga. (Hey! Call (H****t)".

Somebody dials H****t's phone number and the result is "Abe ye to iski maa ne utha liya. (Hey! his mother has picked up the phone.)" The dialogue comes, of course, after hanging up.

While all this is going on, the train stops over the Yamuna bridge. It is 7.54 am now.

Again, another voice from the group, "Bhai school ka time khatam. Chhoro ab. (Brother, school timing is over. Leave it)."

And perhaps, they all decided to bunk the school. God knows whether they are really students or some goons.

At an age when their focus must be on studies, all they seem to be bothered about is doing stunts, harassing females and bunking schools. Unfortunate!

Meanwhile, crossing the Yamuna, the train reaches Tilak Bridge railway station. New Delhi is still far.




Friday, July 27, 2018

A PITY, A BOON -- COWS

It is a new day. Two cows are grazing in the fields.

Cow A: "Hey! are you aware of that mob-lynching case in Alwar?"

Cow B: "Yeah! the other day, I overheard my maalik and maalkin discussing about it."

Cow A: Yeah! even my maalik was telling his neighbour that he will be more careful about my security now.

Cow B: Is your maalik mad? 

Cow A: Why do you say so?

Cow B: I mean, why the hell is he concerned about your security? Didn't he read the news properly? It was clearly written everywhere that leaving Rakbar (the man who was beaten) in blood, the policemen ensured the safety of the cows first and took him to the health centre at four in the morning, even though they were informed at 12.41 am.

Cow A: Really? I missed this. No idea at all.

Cow B: You and your maalik. Huh! 

Cow A: By the way, I know both those cows personally. Let's go and meet them. 

Cow B: That's a good idea. Let's go this evening.

Before the sun sets, the two cows reach the shelter where the victims (the cows who were a part of the mob-lynching incident) were kept. They are out for a walk now. 

Cow A approaches them. "Hey Sis! How are you?," she greets her.

"Don't ask sis. I am too disappointed," responds Victim A.

"Arre! Are you crazy? You both should be glad that your bodies did not get a single injury mark," interferes Cow B, as Victim B hopelessly stares at them -- quiet, lost in thoughts.

Silence all around for few seconds.

"Isn't it a shame that we were taken to the gaushala even though no one had beaten us, while a man lying in the pool of blood on a road was left to die?," Victim B breaks the silence.

"No, no. They took him but since the policemen's car did not have to be dirty, water had to be put first on his body as he was full of mud and policemen had to have tea or they would have died," Cow A emphasises.

"You know among those who were beating him, there was not even a single sensitive human being who could come forward and save an unnecessary wastage of life? Where has the humanity vanished?," adds Victim B.

"Arre behen! Kitna sochti ho. Khushi manaao ki tum dono zinda ho," Cow A tends to offer some consolation.

"Aur kya? Being a cow is a privilege. Otherwise, you can see what all a human being has to go through. Remember Akhlaq from Dadri whom the cow vigilantes killed claiming that he had kept beef in his fridge, dairy farmer Pehlu Khan who was lynched by over 200 cow vigilantes (as reported by the media) and the 15-year-old Junaid who was stabbed in a local Delhi-Mathura train when a quarrel started regarding a seat and two people began abusing him in the name of caste and religion. You see, the angry, blind crowd did not even spare a child," Cow B vomitted out some facts.

"So, are we really blessed that we do not have any caste, religion, power -- to think, pretend and conspire -- unlike human beings?, asks Victim A.

"Maybe," Cow A replies.

"We saw how brutally the mob killed Rakbar only on the basis of suspicion. But, what could we actually do, except quietly watching it all, standing like a puppet?, laments Victim B.

Cow B now comes up with a suggestion, "If they had any doubts on Rakbar, they could have filed a complaint against him. Who gave them the right to murder a person? Do they think of themselves as Yamaraj?"

"Hmm! What a pity that he is dead, what a boon that we are live," speaks Victim A, gazing down in gloom.

"Whatever sis, you should leave now. In any case, we can not help these human beings find the truth.  It's already dark here. It will take you time to reach home," Victim B is scared for her friends.

"Ohh! Nothing will happen to us. We are cows. If someone touches us on the way, the newspapers tomorrow will add one more name in the list after Akhlaq, Pehlu and Raqbar," boasts Cow B as she heads towards home with her morning grazing partner.

Wednesday, February 7, 2018

A SOUL'S HOPES

My hopes were so strong
that when they broke
it tore my soul apart..

My eyes were closed
until I felt a tear
rolling down my cheek…

The wind tried taking it away
but it seemed more like a curse
since only you can dare touch me…


My heart has the right
to enjoy its own pain
for it’s solely mine…

You are not the one to be blamed
either today or ever later
destiny just dumped us…

I will for sure be yours
for only love has kept us together
and hatred always lost the battle…

We know our promises
were not made in vain
we reside in each others’ souls...







Monday, December 25, 2017

"UNFELT"

As days will pass
the rage in the heart
will keep growing..

The gaze of the people around
will raise many questions
not to be answered ever..

In this era of lies
is it at all easy
to find the truth around??

For many reasons to be unknown
the frustrations will remain hidden
and agony won’t come to an end..

Why is it always about
the complexities unresolved
and the endless restlessness??

Why is it necessary
to murder hopes
to strangulate dreams??

Will the silence be able
to bear it all
Be it today or tomorrow??

In this era of lies, is it at all easy to find the truth around??









Thursday, October 26, 2017

WRITE..!!!!!

Don’t give me that guilt
I do not possess the courage
to bear it all..

Let’s bare our hearts
on a paper today.
you write one word
I will write two more
and in the process
we will find
the truths
the lies
the things hidden
the sentiments we never said
the feelings we never expressed..

Let’s pen it
today
at this moment
and free ourselves
of all the false hopes
the wrong commitments
and the promises
we can never fulfill….

Hold the pen
we will burn the paper then
with it
our silly desires will be gutted
and once again
instead of one
we will be
two different, free souls
this time, Forever!!

Picture credit: Shalini Pathak




Sunday, September 3, 2017

DESTROYED!!!

I destroyed myself
Perhaps deliberately...

I can't figure out
I don't want to
I fear rage
I doubt trust
I am sure
Agony will overpower me...

There hardly is
Any road to escape now...

There were people
There are people
They will exist
As a part of my life
Forever...

Probably
I love some
And for sure
I hate a few
I keep mum
But I am honest
With one thing...
The fact is
I ditched myself
I kept on
Stabbing my wishes
Always gathering courage
To smother my choices
I dared to come out
Raw and rough
I was, i am, i will be
Myself...

My coarse skin
Is not habitual of 'brands'
My curly harsh tresses
Bother many
My eyes are deep
In them lies an ocean of dreams
My black dark eyebrows
Are hairy and huge
My million dollar smile
Hardly fails to win a heart....

Nevertheless
I can't figure out
A truth that
Knowingly or unknowingly
How I destroyed myself.....







Monday, July 31, 2017

THE CANDID CONVERSATION!!

"This saffron-coloured kurta suits you." 

"And you look beautiful holding this red rose." 

Both complimented each other's WhatsApp profile pictures. 

It happened out of the blue.

She initiated. He ended.

The candid conversation.


She initiated. He ended.